BCA Cypher
B.C.A Mike
GENRE
Aye
OnGod
Lil bitch
Hahahaaa
Man this the BCA cypher man
Let's goo
I jump on the muthafuckin beat
I'm clutching a stick for a opp put a tag on his feet
Big Ealey the G
You know how I'm rocking
I jump on the beat yeah you know it's some heat
Yea I'm clutching that heat
That bitch got a stick and a beam yeah you try me you go on a T
And you know where I be
I'm straight from out souf and you know that them niggas don't fuck wit police
Don't fuck wit police yea we don't fuck wit 12
If a opp play then we gone give em hell
I'm in the strip club and I'm throwing up ones
Fuck making it rain I'm making it hail
Never blank on a mission
I make it a killing i don't do no snitching I rather make bail
I come from the trenchеs
These niggas be bitchеs
I can't do shit wit em i know they gone tell
Opposition ain't wit it this shit can get wicked
I drop me a opp bumping forces and fitteds
Im clutching extensions you know I stay wit it
I just might blank out and put one in yo fitted
BCA really wit it
We clutching extensions
We straight from them trenches don't blank on them missions
The shit that I'm spitting make young niggas listen
I'm schooling these niggas make them pay attention
Say you betta listen
I keep a Glock wit extensions
Smoking good Bobby no Whitney
I fuck that bitch I put dick in her kidneys
I catch a opp lacking and knock off his fitted
These bitches gone fuck cause a young nigga trending
In a pop up we pull up in a Bentley
Dripping V-Lone got these lil bitches tripping
I loaded my K now these niggas start missing
Walk up in Gucci and take off my Fendi
You know we still bumping that forces and fitted
Don't come to my city you really ain't clutching
This Glock get to bussing this shit can get wicked
You got all them pistols my choppas be semis
Getting pussy ain't shit cause I got plenty women
Can't fuck wit these bitches i just keep my distance
I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion
I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion
Can't be the gang if you ain't got no benjis
Got plenty hoes like we the new edition
Bag chasers that gang you know we standing on business
The P number one bitch it's no competition
Straight from the rags finna get to some riches
Smoking that gas everyday my tradition
I fucked up the pass ian got time for no bitches
Bitches wanna fuck cause they fuck with the fashion
You speak on the gang and we gone get to crashing
Snatch me a bitch fuck her right out ha lashes
Then hop in the whip disappear like it's magic
BCA cypher this shit here a classic
Them young niggas rapping but shit can get tragic
Walk in the club Nike all on my fabric
A nigga want static get lit like some matches
BCA BE THE GANG
OnGod
Lil bitch
Hahahaaa
Man this the BCA cypher man
Let's goo
I jump on the muthafuckin beat
I'm clutching a stick for a opp put a tag on his feet
Big Ealey the G
You know how I'm rocking
I jump on the beat yeah you know it's some heat
Yea I'm clutching that heat
That bitch got a stick and a beam yeah you try me you go on a T
And you know where I be
I'm straight from out souf and you know that them niggas don't fuck wit police
Don't fuck wit police yea we don't fuck wit 12
If a opp play then we gone give em hell
I'm in the strip club and I'm throwing up ones
Fuck making it rain I'm making it hail
Never blank on a mission
I make it a killing i don't do no snitching I rather make bail
I come from the trenchеs
These niggas be bitchеs
I can't do shit wit em i know they gone tell
Opposition ain't wit it this shit can get wicked
I drop me a opp bumping forces and fitteds
Im clutching extensions you know I stay wit it
I just might blank out and put one in yo fitted
BCA really wit it
We clutching extensions
We straight from them trenches don't blank on them missions
The shit that I'm spitting make young niggas listen
I'm schooling these niggas make them pay attention
Say you betta listen
I keep a Glock wit extensions
Smoking good Bobby no Whitney
I fuck that bitch I put dick in her kidneys
I catch a opp lacking and knock off his fitted
These bitches gone fuck cause a young nigga trending
In a pop up we pull up in a Bentley
Dripping V-Lone got these lil bitches tripping
I loaded my K now these niggas start missing
Walk up in Gucci and take off my Fendi
You know we still bumping that forces and fitted
Don't come to my city you really ain't clutching
This Glock get to bussing this shit can get wicked
You got all them pistols my choppas be semis
Getting pussy ain't shit cause I got plenty women
Can't fuck wit these bitches i just keep my distance
I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion
I'm rocking Dior you rocking True Religion
Can't be the gang if you ain't got no benjis
Got plenty hoes like we the new edition
Bag chasers that gang you know we standing on business
The P number one bitch it's no competition
Straight from the rags finna get to some riches
Smoking that gas everyday my tradition
I fucked up the pass ian got time for no bitches
Bitches wanna fuck cause they fuck with the fashion
You speak on the gang and we gone get to crashing
Snatch me a bitch fuck her right out ha lashes
Then hop in the whip disappear like it's magic
BCA cypher this shit here a classic
Them young niggas rapping but shit can get tragic
Walk in the club Nike all on my fabric
A nigga want static get lit like some matches
BCA BE THE GANG
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